Referred to us by Plain Jane.
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There’s a Juggernaut coming down the track.
Is it the Trump Train, on its way back?
No, it’s Lady Justice, wielding her sword,
Returning after years of being ignored.
She’s been denied for ten years and more
While corrupt politicians played like whores,
Selling themselves for wealth, power and fame
While betraying the people with their games.
In the spirit of Claudia’s post on childhood stories, use this thread to post some rhymes.
MY DOG ONCE TOLD ME
THAT HE’D RATHER BE DEAD
THAN TO LIVE WITHOUT FREEDOM
AS PATRICK HENRY SAID
HE’D SNEAK OFF TO THE DOG PARK
WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING
BUT MADE SURE TO RETURN
WHEN DINNER WAS COOKING
LATER IN THE EVENING
HE’D GAZE AT THE SKY
WITH WONDERMENT OF GOD’S GLORY
AND A TWINKLE IN HIS EYE
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE MY GOOD FRIEND
WHO HAS RECENTLY GONE
AND I THANK HIM FOR HIS LESSONS
AS I CARRY ON
There once was a man from Nan……..Never mind.
Some friendships last while some friendships pass, you my friend can kiss my……sister?
It’s no good believing in somebody else
If you can’t believe in yourself
You give them the reason to take all the power and wealth
It’s no good you trying to sit on the fence
And hope that the trouble will pass
‘Cause sitting on fences can make you a pain in the ass
If there’s something you find to believe in
Then the message must get through
So don’t just sit in silence
When you know what to do
Turn it up, turn it up, make it louder
Turn it up, turn it up, make it louder
There’s no conversation if nobody speaks
And nothing gets done in the end
There’s no confrontation when fantasy makes you its friend
So much injustice, too many lies
We don’t have to look very far
But nothing will change if we leave things the way that they are
If there’s something you find to believe in
Then the message must get through
So don’t just sit in silence
When you know what to do
Turn it up, turn it up, make it louder
Alan Parsons Project
“Turn It Up”
O B A M A !!!
Yo mama.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
Touch our freedom,
And we have bullets for you.
Choo Choo Muthafukkah!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The streets of San Francisco
Are minefields of poo.
There was an orange man from New York
Who’s budget proposal wasn’t full of pork.
The Marxists all cried,
The RINOs all lied,
As the voters approached with torch and pitch fork.
0bama lied,
Democracy took a slide.
Hillay lied,
Benghazi mothers cried.
Soros bribed,
Propagandists ascribed.
A coup d’état tried,
President Trump survived.
There once was a fellow named Skinner,
Who invited a young lass for dinner.
At a quarter past nine they started to dine,
And at a quarter past ten it was in her.
(The dinner, not Skinner.
Skinner was in her before dinner.)
😉
There is a tree
Of liberty
Fed by those who died
To keep us free
A Soldier holds a folded flag
Of a brother/sister who beneath him lies
Others may treat it as just a rag
But not the broken mother who sits and cries
They are the ones who stood when others ran
They died to help their fellow man
The last full measure on this earth
To protect the country of their birth
So remember that when you chose to kneel
For your need to keep it real
Remember the lives they left behind
For your right to speak your mind
Those of us who made it back
Have an understanding others lack
There is always a cost
It’s never free
To fly that flag
And feed that tree
I think some of you smartarses and you serious poet laureates are becoming famous.
Bakocarl’s poem and some of yours need to be put to music.